Disclaimer: Wow, someone thinks I own Lord of the Rings. Hey, maybe I can buy it? (runs and grabs purse) Will 5 cents be enough?

Authors Note: This is going to be one wild ride. I think everybody will like this chapter. By the way, I won't be able to write for 5 days cause I'm going to Thailand. When I get back I will update.

"I still cannot believe that you are to be king," Frodo Baggins said to Aragorn, "I will always think of you as Strider. A dirty, scruffy Ranger that fought five Ringwraiths."

Aragorn laughed at the hobbit, "Sometimes I too find it hard to believe."

"I also find it unbelievable," Pippin stated, "I mean who's ever heard of a king that doesn't know about second breakfast"

Aragorn rolled his eyes at that comment; it still amazed him how much Hobbits could eat.

"Well I have never heard of second breakfast either." Faramir said, thanking Duriholg as he poured him his drink. They were all seated at breakfast, or for the Hobbits second breakfast.

"Aragorn will be a great king," Gandalf the White said, "I assure you all."

"Who ever said he would be a bad king?" Merry said, "We just agree that it is hard to believe."

"It does not matter whether or not it is believable," Legolas said, "What matters is if he will be a mighty king, and as Gandalf said, he will."

"Well now at least we know who the king is," Gimli, the dwarf that ate as much as the Hobbits, said, "What we don't know is who the queen is."

Aragorn stopped smiling and looked down at his plate. He had known that he could not hide forever from the question, but he still did not wish to answer it.

"Who would make a great queen for Gondor?" Sam asked.

"Why, the Lady Galadriel of course." Gimli said.

"I hate to disappoint you my friend, but the Lady of Light is already wed" Legolas told the dwarf. Gandalf chuckled at the statement.

"What about the Elf maiden that saved me?" Frodo said. Aragorn was uncomfortable before, now he felt like running from the room.

"You mean Arwen Elrond's daughter." Gandalf said.

"Yes,"

Gandalf looked at Aragorn who had his head in his hands. He also knew that Arwen was gone, and how it hurt Aragorn."

"Frodo, how are you feeling today?" Legolas asked changing that subject. Frodo and Sam had the most dangerous job in the Fellowship. Frodo had to carry the Ring to Mount Doom. Sam was such a loyal friend, that he also went, and the two risked their lives gong into that fiery death chamber. Both were still healing from that terrible journey.

"Much better than yesterday, but my shoulder still hurts from the Morgul Blade."

The conversation drifted on, but Aragorn did not join them. Instead he got up quickly and left the room. His appetite was lost, all of his thought centered on one Elf maiden far across the sea. The tears began to fall, and Aragorn did not stop them. His heart would always be broken.

"Aragorn," Gandalf said coming up beside him. Aragorn made an effort to dry his eyes, but the wizard still saw the tears. "I cannot tell you not to weep, for this is a wound none can mend." Gandalf said in soothing tone. "You will love her till the end. I am sorry that you now must carry this heavy burden." Gandalf left Aragorn alone with his thoughts. But Aragorn did not wish to be with his thoughts; they always were of her.

The rider of Gondor sped with all haste to reach the White City. The document at his belt seemed to be beckoning him to read it, but that was impossible for he did not know the language of Mordor. The man had never met this wizard, but his captain had said that he could read the paper. As he entered the city, he saw that many white banners were being hung and that the flag of Gondor flew high in the sky. The entire city waited for the coronation of King Aragorn. It was still weeks away, but everyone spoke of how great the king was. Many soldiers mentioned how they saw him fight at the Black Gates, saying that he was a great swords man. The rider got off his horse and ran towards a steward,

"Sir, I must see Gandalf the White immediately. It is urgent."

The man doubted that the document was truly important, but he wanted to get this over with. The steward allowed the man into the palace. He was then led to the courtyard, where the white tree of Gondor stood. Gandalf walked up to the man,

"Duriholg, said that you wished to speak with me."

"Yes my lord," The rider began, "I am part of a team of rangers that scout Urak-Hai in Ithlien. My captain found this document, but it is written in Mordor so we could not read it."

"Give it to me," Gandalf said taking the paper. The Ranger watched as he read he document. Something caught the old man's attention and he seemed deep in concentration. A look of horror appeared on the wizards face. "I must take this to the king," He said leaving the Ranger in the courtyard.
Gandalf practically flew through the corridors. Thoughts raced through his head of how this was possible.

He asked a servant where the king was, "I believe he is with his friends in his study."

Gandalf left the bewildered servant and raced to Aragorn's rooms. He burst open the door and all of them looked up at the wizard.

"Gandalf?" Aragorn asked.

"Aragorn," Gandalf said out of breath, "There is something urgent that I must tell you." Gandalf took a deep breath then began, "I have been given and Urak- Hai document. It says that they intercepted Arwen as she was riding toward Rivendell. They have taken her captive."

"Gandalf that is impossible, she is gone."

"No, Aragorn, she is captured."

"No she can't! No she isn't—"Aragorn suddenly cried out in pain. He clutched his head as images raced through his mind.

Saruman stood next to Grima Wormtongue, his white robes meticulously placed his staff at his side. Grima stood next to his master in pompous black robes, his skin ivory white with a mess of black hair. Saruman turned to his servant,

"If anything happens, you know what to do?"

"Yes my lord," Grima answered.

Grima's face was sad, Saruman was now dead. He walked to his master's study and took his book of spells. He flipped the book open to a certain page. Elvish words were scrolled onto the page, Aragorn saw that at the top was a drawing of the Evenstar. "I will do as my master said." Grima bitterly spoke.

Arwen sat on her horse Asfaloth, a cloak adorned her shoulders, the same blue as her eyes. She stared ahead at something, she closed her eyes and a tear rolled down her cheek. "My lady," a voice interrupted, "We cannot delay." Arwen turned Asfaloth around, "My lady," the Elf called out again, but she did not listen.

Arwen galloped through the trees, crying as she rode. "I cannot leave him," She said to herself as she rode. She stopped Asfaloth, for the horse needed rest. An arrow pierced the tree next to her head. Arwen turned and saw Urak-Hai charging after her through the wood.
"Norolim Asfaloth!" She cried to her horse, as they cantered away from the monsters. More arrows whizzed past her, but they missed their target. Asfaloth fell suddenly, an arrow protruding from his fur. Arwen, unharmed, left her dead horse and ran into the woods, but even Aragorn knew it was hopeless. An Urak-Hai leapt on top of her, she fell to the ground hard. His companions came and bound her hands and led Arwen away.

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Arwen was shoved into a dark cell. Aragorn's last vision was of the door locking his love into the dark.